under

squawk big bear three year hermit shell
go smoosh on sensitive nature valleys

she retired and promised not to return
the yellow brick
all taken for HOV passengers now
no single occupancy vehicles allowed
so she walks / counts sidewalk patterns

C shines meridian like an over played record
they are going online with it now, not enough consumers
sea wind blows a loose one to the other side
see the new ness in moving away from all that
in the grey space the lingering thoughts
in the grey space she remembers
what do you desire by writing memoir

i want joan retallack to fall from my fingers and dodie bellamy to vaginally release all that is feminine and ugly like the one quote from that art chow where she saw a flower and it looked like a maxi pad brown from use where it is full and makes you feel like it is wrong to be a woman

the stomach just fills and fills bloats to belch and then a birthing device - all the beauty is rotten and rotten is beautiful like a white plastic bag in the wind the cliche american building time for another place

like the little people just take sabatical
she's ready to move